Salome

The story of Salome, as it is usually told,
is wrong. Here is what really happened.
In the twilight, Herod used to turn into a whore. He fell madly in love
with John the Baptist, who rejects his advances, saying, “You’d
like to be a beautiful, golden-eyed Jerusalem girl, but you’re not
- you’re pathetic!”
One night, Herod the tart had the idea of disguising himself as the pacifist
Salome.
Herod created a stand-in for himself. Dressed in veils, he danced before
his double and John the Baptist.

Flabbergasted, the Baptist called to him, “OK, so I’m chaste!
But I’m not queer, and if my heart did not belong to God, I certainly
wouldn’t mind having Salome

– she’s beautiful.
But you’re not. Do you know what you look like? You can do the dance
of the seven veils all you like, you great drag queen! Do you realise
how fat your arse is?
You’re anything but delectable,
you ugly tart!”
Herod, furious in his fancy clothes, motioned to his stand-in and had
him say:
“Ask me whatever you like, even half my kingdom!”
Bloodthirsty Herod, the vexed whore, asked his double for the head of
John the Baptist.

Then, having returned to his male appearance, Herod willingly went
ahead with the barbarous act. Ever since that day, Salome and with her
all women– seductive women, femmes fatales, courtesans – have
borne the guilt for the murder of John the Baptist.
In a far from ordinary mass, Maîtresse Françoise has decided
to give John the Baptist a second birth. He will be reborn in a LATEX
INFLATABLE… In this way, Maîtresse Françoise intends
to wash women of the sins that our misogynistic civilisation makes them
carry.